"You're not a fisherman? Who the hell are you?"

Mulder's guard shot up the moment he got a clear look at the young man's face.

Fishermen who spent their days at sea were usually tanned from the sun, but this one had a fair complexion. It felt a little strange

Noticing something was off, the men behind Mulder drew their blades and fixed their sharp gazes on the fisherman.

The so-called fisherman standing guard wasn't just anyone—it was Dustin, who had been waiting for them all along.

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